The Curative Taco

Who knew that Kroger's at 4:00 p.m. on a Sunday afternoon is a freaking combat zone? Shouldn't all those pushy/oblivious/rude people be home watching football? Did they not see us carefully staying to our side of the aisle and could they not do the same, instead of stopping dead center while sending text messages? And what was …

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